As a child it was cardboard boxes. I could fit a perfect world into a washing machine carton. However happiness could be attained in three quarters the size.
Yep, that'll do.
Currently I am in too large of a space. Our home measures out to roughly 1600 square feet. It has three bedrooms and two baths, a "living room" we fill with projects, a "family room" we spend waking hours in, a dining room we rarely use and my haven, the kitchen. By world standards this is opulent. By my countrymen's standards it's average. Perhaps even "working class". By my standards it's just too freaking big. We use perhaps half of it. We could thrive in half of that.
It's no wonder I find myself longing for our next adventure. We are moving toward the life mobile. Our time will be split between a 34 foot fifth-wheel
(Not our actual unit, but I don't have a
picture of ours and it's raining out.)
and a 37 foot sailboat. 
Not ours - yet.
These will cube out to about 300+ and 200ish square feet respectively. And in each we will be packing along our plumbing, electrical, and heating systems. In the case of the boat, we will also share space with two propulsion systems - diesel motor and sail rig.
When I am in our fifth wheel I can clean the whole magilla in a couple of hours. I'm talking wiping walls, floors, washing windows, vacuuming and sanitizinng the toilet beyond reproach. Everything has a place, and by God, it better be there. It is a "kit". It lives well.
Yes, I am aware that this screams Control Issues. And no it doesn't bother me in the least.
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